Shen Yujing was very satisfied admiring the two hammers, one big and one small, in front of him. He just felt that they were pleasing to the eye the more he looked at them.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Quan Le's carefree voice rang out, "Hey! Shen Yujing, what are you doing here?"

Shen Yujing immediately closed the necklace in front of him, quickly put it into the drawer, and then looked at Quan Le with a stern face, "Why are you urging me? Can't I take a break?"

"What's there to rest for? You played games all night last night and just woke up a few hours ago. Why do you want to rest again?" Quan Le said as he walked in. When he saw the hammer on the desk, he was stunned and blurted out a swear word, "What the hell? What the hell is this? It's scary!"

Shen Yujing: "..."

How do you talk like that? This hammer is obviously quite good-looking, how can it be scary? You have no taste!

Quan Le held the fruit plate in one hand and picked up the hammer with the other hand, "It's quite heavy, who wants to murder you? There are so many people who don't like you. After my elimination, there are currently 1,875 suspects. Where do you want to start?"

Shen Yujing snatched the hammer back from Quan Le's hand and rolled his eyes at him speechlessly, "I want you to shut up."

Quan Le was just joking, and while eating fruit, he said, "Everyone is waiting downstairs, why don't you go over?"

"Go, of course." Shen Yujing put the hammer in the corner of the desk, and as if to cover up, he took a bag in front of him, then got up and walked out.

Fortunately, Quan Le was not very interested in this hammer, so he followed Shen Yujing directly.

At this moment, many guests had come to the Shen family's hall.

Seeing the protagonist Shen Yujing appear, people surrounded him immediately and talked to him enthusiastically.

Shen Yujing's brows were wrinkled enough to pinch a fly to death, and his impatience was written directly on his face.

But even so, these people didn't leave unconsciously.

It's so annoying, really annoying.

What he hates most is these annoying and useless social interactions.

It was clearly said that only a few friends would be invited this time, but his father still sent out many invitations to those so-called "prominent" people without authorization.

His birthday party can be used as a condition of exchange and an admission ticket to the upper class.

It was obviously his birthday, and it should be a happy day for him, but except for him, it seemed that everyone was happy.

What's even more ridiculous is that his father took his wife abroad to discuss business, and no one really cared about his son's birthday.

The bald middle-aged man in front of him was talking to Shen Yujing with a smile on his face, but Shen Yujing's eyes had already looked in other directions boredly.

He saw Jiang Yiheng in a white suit, smiling gently and hypocritically.

And Murong Huan was standing not far from Jiang Yiheng, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be attached to him.

Murong Huan is here, then where is Song Yi?

After realizing this problem, Shen Yujing's eyes scanned the entire hall without any concealment.

No.

Shen Yujing suddenly felt a little disappointed, and more worries filled his heart.

Why isn't Song Yi here? Could she have... left?

Shen Yujing was here, anxiously thinking wildly, while Song Yi was in the back garden of the Shen family.

Most of the guests were in the living room, each holding a glass of red wine, looking noble and elegant.

But Song Yi was different, she just wanted to eat, so she found the garden, a good place.

There were food on all the tables, including desserts, cakes, drinks, and many fruit candies.

There were not many people here, only a few children playing, and these things seemed to be prepared for them.

So Song Yi found the farthest table, lowered her head and started eating.

The cake was soft and glutinous, and the fruit was fresh. You could tell from the taste that they were very expensive.

There were many delicious foods, but Song Yi's stomach was limited and it was soon full.

If this dress had not had no pockets, Song Yi would have wanted to pack some more to take away.

Suddenly, a childish voice rang out, "Hey, what's your name?"

Song Yi: "?"

What kind of a domineering speech is this?

Feeling a force pulling at the hem of her skirt, Song Yi swallowed the cake in her mouth and slowly turned her head.

A little boy who looked to be six or seven years old stood behind her. His slightly curly chestnut hair and deep and handsome facial features that had not yet grown out showed that he was a mixed-race child. He was wearing overalls and carrying a small schoolbag, and he looked very cute.

"Puchi——"

Song Yi couldn't help laughing, and stretched out her hand to pinch the boy's cheek, "Little boy, you are so cute."

"Don't touch me! I'm asking you a question, answer me." The little boy opened Song Yi's hand, his face was puffy like a little bun, and he looked very dissatisfied with her casual attitude.

Song Yi bent down, took a piece of cake and handed it to the little boy, "Little boy, don't be so rude, when someone compliments you on being cute, you should say thank you."

This time the little boy directly knocked the cake out of Song Yi's hand and raised his chin higher, "Don't call me little boy, I'm already in the third grade of elementary school."

The smile on Song Yi's face faded.

Wasting food, especially such delicious food, is such a disgusting behavior.

So she asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"I allow you to play games with me." The little boy still had a haughty expression and spoke to Song Yi like an order.

Looking at a few children playing happily together not far away, Song Yi directly pointed out the fact, "Don't they take you to play with them?"

The little boy showed an embarrassed look on his face, and then he said angrily, "It's me who doesn't want to play with them!"

Song Yi said while eating strawberries, "You have a bad personality, and I don't want to play with you just like them."

The little boy: "Don't talk nonsense! I already said it's me who doesn't want to play with them!"

Song Yi ate the cake: "I think you are very pitiful."

The little boy: "You are pitiful! It's me who doesn't like them! I don't want to play with them!"

Song Yi eats grapes: "Are you a repeater? You can only say this one sentence? Are you bad at studying?"

The little boy was stunned, then blinked, and the next second his eyes were red.

Song Yi: "???"

Does the naughty child shed tears so easily? Mental attack is the most deadly?

The next second, the little boy opened his mouth——

"Wuwuwu! I... I passed the exam at the beginning of the school!"

Song Yi: "?"

In the third grade, it shouldn't be difficult to get a double hundred? Using passing as a standard to demand yourself, after hearing this, your grades are worse than when you started school, how bad must it be?

Did she point out the truth and hurt the child's fragile self-esteem?

Song Yi was originally prepared to deal with the naughty child, but seeing the child crying so miserably, she suddenly felt a little bit reluctant.

So she sighed and gave in, "Don't cry, I'll play games with you and--"

"Can you teach me?"

Song Yi: "?"

No, no.

What kind of direction is this? Do you love studying so much? ? ?

So when Shen Yujing learned from Murong Huan where Song Yi was going and followed her to the garden, he saw this scene-

there were several different elementary school exercise books on the table, and his most difficult little cousin was sitting there, holding a pencil and doing the exercises seriously.

And next to his little cousin, Song Yi looked particularly gentle in an apricot dress, with long black hair falling to her shoulders, and her fair skin and beautiful clavicle in the sun made Shen Yujing even a little dazed at first sight.

Song Yi lowered her head to watch her little cousin doing the homework. At this moment, most of the lipstick on her pink lips had been rubbed off because of eating fruit, but she didn't care. She held half a peach in one hand, eating while lowering her head to explain the homework to her little cousin.

Then, Shen Yujing saw Song Yi's beautiful hand hit his little cousin's head hard, and said angrily: "You obviously know how to write! Why do you always make mistakes in calculations during exams?"

Shen Yujing: "..."

Sure enough, the first big illusion in life, Song Yi is very gentle.

Maybe because Shen Yujing's eyes were too complicated, Song Yi noticed his gaze and raised her head.

The feeling of being discovered peeking was really embarrassing. Shen Yujing wanted to turn his head away and pretend not to notice, but Song Yi suddenly waved to him.

Shen Yujing was stunned for a moment, then pointed at himself as if to confirm.

Song Yi nodded and shouted, "Come here quickly!"

Shen Yujing had the answer in his heart.

Sure enough, Song Yi couldn't hide it anymore?

Not only did she ask Murong Huan for an invitation to attend his birthday party, she also bought a hammer as a token of love like him, and even built a good relationship with his cousin. So what did she want to do by asking him to come over now?

Shen Yujing began to worry. If Song Yi confessed to him directly, how should he respond?

He has never been in a relationship, but if he directly rejected Song Yi, would she cry... oh no, would she hit him?

Sure enough, being liked by others is really a very troublesome thing.

So Shen Yujing slowly moved in front of Song Yi and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

Song Yi looked at him, seeming a little embarrassed, "I have a question for you."

Shen Yujing tried his best to suppress the corners of his lips that were raised, and responded coldly, "You tell me."

Song Yi: "How are your math grades--"

Shen Yujing: "I don't have any plans to fall in love for the time being!"